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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Over the rainbow

During a drive the other day we saw some beautiful rainbows.
Pictures, of course, cannot do them justice. The kids were very vocal about wanting to
chase the rainbows and find the pot of gold at the end.

Being young they didn’t
understand when I tried to explain that rainbows are elusive, that they
represent the unattainable, the constantly searched for. There is no pot of
gold, the real reward is in the journey, the dream. The oldest is only six, so
it’s a concept a little bit beyond them. I can barely understand it myself some
days. Some days I want that pot of gold and I want it now. Other days I’m okay
with striving and longing for the reward.

There are days the rainbow feels so far away, and then there
are the days you feel as if you’ve found your pot of gold. Most days are in-between,
but each day is part of the journey.

I love how people take away so many different meanings from something like the rainbow. When I look at rainbows I can't help but to think of how beautiful the physical properties of the world around me are. After all, it's just photons and water molecules, but look what they can do when combined!

I can relate to the "it's-close-but-yet-so-far" kind of feeling. When I feel this way, I continue to plow forward, knowing that I might still be far from where I want to be, but I get a few millimeters closer each time I continue working for it.

Love the way you phrased the analogy. I used to want the real pot of gold when I was a kid, not for the money, but because I wanted to riffle through the coins! Guess I'd been influenced by Scrooge McDuck...